Glimmers of white, 
Spattered with, 
Shades of pink, 
A glint of steel, 
Among hues of blue, 
Shining armors, 
Delicate seeds, 
Iridescent of times passed, 
Times to come, 
Complete with lacquered hazels, 
Of the picture I often see, 
In my mind’s eye.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    